The sound of rustling grass caught her attention. She sat up, knowing that she appeared too eager, like the school girl she was, but she couldn’t he...p herself. Her heart pounded with fear and anticipation. This was it.She stood up, brushing off her short skirt. She knew it was a silly thing to wear when you were going outdoors, but when she considered who would be seeing her in it - it would be worth it. Between her short sleeved blouse, cut to accentuate her slim waist. The skirt revealed. We were going to get our breakfast on a tray and disappear into Carson's office to have a real business update. While we were waiting, Hanna Page walked over to ask for an interview. Marley Kendall was nowhere in sight; I wondered if she had finally gotten the promotion she had been seeking for so long.I had a feeling what she was after; the State Department had released the back gate shoot-out camera footage from the Bogota embassy. Hanna was gunning for what the Sunday morning talk shows were. The second, a Pilot, had a seriously sprained ankle when slammed into the deck from his chair and his foot had landed at a wrong angle. The electrician had a black eye, and the engineer had busted knuckles and a dislocated wrist from when the two men got into a brawl over the last of the bacon.The trip back was going to be worse as the primary source of food onboard was army ration packs, and they weren’t the decent ones the American, English or Australian Armies provided either.Neither ship. No knickers, just a hairy pussy looking at me. She told me to get on my knees between her legs and then held my cock and guided it to her pussy lips. She spread her lips apart and told me to do it. I gave a shove and it went straight in and she wrapped her legs round me, heels on my bum and told me to fuck her; in fact her language got worse as I was doing it until she was telling me to fuck her cunt and shoot my spunk deep inside her hot pussy.Shit I don’t know if this is what turned her on,.